The husband is a Rush

The husband is a Rush fan. God help me, I know. But mainly he's a fan
not because of the caterwauling of the lead singer, but because of Neil
Peart, the drummer. The husband, if you didn't already know, is also a
drummer. As a sign of true admiration, or to prove that he's not a
nutjob to be a fan of this band, in the past the husband has made the
claim, many times, that a group of scientists had studied Peart's style
and come to the conclusion that there was no conceivable way he should
be able to do what he could do on the drums; that the human body
shouldn't be able to manipulate a kit like Peart did; in essence, they
summed up that the guy was either a freak of nature (being struck by
lightning will do that to a person) or that he was a robot.
Now he has a drum playing robot named after him, so I suppose the robot claim isn't too far off, eh, dear?

(tip o' hat: Martini Boy's bartender)